Journal of a mature, non-Olympic woman in the process of converting to cycling as a method of daily transportation. Dealing with weather and assorted perils; exploring equipment, psychological fortitude, and diet; experiencing our surroundings on a smaller, closer scale; saving gas & boycotting the car industry.

Saturday, October 27, 2007

From one burb to another, carless

Today I'll be travelling from one place I fear -- a suburb to the east of Portland that starts with a G, to another place I fear -- a suburb to the west of Portland that starts with a B. Suburbs, at least in this country, are places of sprawl with the unit of design being the automobile. On foot, one feels like an ant; on a bike, one feels like..... another ant.

It takes something REALLY IMPORTANT to get me near the sprawling car-burbs. Such an important thing is going on this very evening. I am going to see an environmental leader named Jeanne Roy, who is going to tell us how she has reduced her non recyclable garbage output to ONE CAN per year.

For that, I'll go a long way. And since it seems antithetical to use a car to arrive at something like that, I'll be going by train. My longest MAX trip ever. I'll report back.

In case you're interested, it's being held at the Unity Church, but I don't have that address in front of me right now and I'm in a hurry. Bye.

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About Me

"She's no spring chicken," my mother would disclose mercilessly about women in their thirties trying to impersonate youth. Now, I'm even past the no-spring-chicken age. So don't think you have to be 12 to start riding a bike everywhere. I'm working out all the pesky details for you in case you want to do this yourself. But even if you never do it, you'll still know what it's like because I'm going to shrink you down to the size of a little rubber elf and glue you onto my handlebars. No changing your mind, no matter how much you beg me. So don't even start this unless you're sure you have the guts.
PS: My other bike is a broom.